In shadows deep, where hatred oft resides,
A question forms within my weary mind,
If love's so good, why does everyone hate?

In darkness' arms where demons freely roam,
The twisted waltz of malice takes its shape,
People are better at real hate than real love.

But still, I dream of love's enduring grace,
A love that dares to bear the weight of truth,
Can it exist before it's far too late?

Yet, in this abyss, my pleas go unheard,
Lost echoes of my heart's most earnest cry,
In fullness and depth, my words are silenced.

For ages, I've wondered if I'm deemed fit,
A man condemned to dwell forever alone,
An enigma, leaving others indifferent.

Oh, love, descend upon my wretched soul,
Save me from this bleak and desolate fate,
Embrace me with your macabre tenderness.

Let...